Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 265: Scene CCLXV

“Here. It will help your senses while treating you.” — She said offering the jack, watching how he obediently ate with good appetite. — “Is it good?”

“... ou.”

“! Then, let me give some more bread to you. I aided the women, so I am certain its taste is good.”

“...”

Nonetheless... the man who observed her lovingly, was overwhelmed by the sweetness the wife demonstrated so apparently and effortlessly. Experiencing great warmth the more her scent was taken in by his devoted lungs and... Tremendously enchanted by the delight having her this close brought to his heart and soul, the man’s chest felt the same flutters that blushed the woman’s cheeks tickle his core. Quietly admiring the small and adorable figure of his fated one... welcoming her offerings instantly... and letting out the feeling she summoned so wonderfully... Aslak poured out his heart in ensimismated sound.

“... I love you, Fatædi.”

“.....”

“I missed you too much I never truly breathed this purely... I deeply love you...” — Leaning onto the stunned wife, his nose caressed hers. Infecting her easily with entrancement... wanting to kiss an already waiting wife... yet not doing so unless her reply to the following allowed it. — “... Ewelina... C-can I kiss you...?”

“... y... yes...” — Out of breath her reply came prepared for the yearned graze, and too light and cautious, his edges met the woman’s lips. Careful... keeping his hands away for he could not afford to displease the wife with the impulse they would extract.

*Graze...*

“... huff..... I love you, Fatædi...”

“Fh..*gulp...* uh... uhm... h-husband... I want to say what I also have kept for myself...”

“... alright. I’ll listen.” — Separating slightly, the man’s entranced state broke. Becoming severe for even though he honestly wanted to listen to Ewelina... his love had been confessed again, clearly to the wife. Yet no response consequent to the feeling was told by the woman.

However, no inquiry would he make about it... for it was apparent that in the loved wife, some concerns remained... and wanted to be told soon.

“I... Having listened to your truth... I want to apologise again... for... when you departed and we separated... my sorrow sentenced you harshly... I said things... that I knew would hurt you and hurt myself further... I am regretful of what I said and did back then...”

“...”

“I-I insulted you horribly... and after you left... my heart ached every day, fearing I would not be able to listen to what you had to say and tell this that I am telling now... I was unfair...”

“... The harm I did deserved it.”

“... No... Ignorance blinded myself and sorrow solely allowed my spirit to drown in it... None of us deserved what we experienced during those days... during the time we remained separated...”

“...”

Ewelina’s crown was ashamed while holding her hands together near her anxious heart. For a decision she had made to tell the man once before him. The one she had never thought to confess to any other before this life came to be.

“Husband... I want to also tell my truth to you.”

“... Your truth?”

“Yes... I have never told anyone about this truth... never... Yet I believe, the lengths my sorrow took on my behaviour back then should also be explained to you...” — Tremorous to finally convey the long past amassing a deep desire, Ewelina clenched her own hands, biting her lip from the fear this instilled... yet hoping for the man to listen and believe her confession. — “I... I lost sanity when I learned my womb was withered... not solely because it was you, my spouse who I was told was behind it or because of what was denied without my knowledge... but because of the failure it meant for this soul of mine... for I had been told many times before, that my womb would never give birth.”

“... when were you told this.” — Attentive to what she conveyed, the man asked, causing the lift of her head to find the pure amber listening sincerely to her voice. And allowing her fear to find the last speck of courage needed to say it bluntly.

“... before this life came to be...”

“...”

“I-... I have come into this world many times... living different lives where I would recall the purpose my soul held eventually... and the purpose was to have children... to become a mother... to give birth and to build a family... Yet I-...!”

“...”

“I was never able to achieve this desire my soul held for its eternity...!” — Crying as she told the truth, her hands came to cover her visage as it fell helpless to the attention paid by the spouse. — “Learning about it again and again...! I- I could not endure this despair any longer, husband!”

“... Fatædi...”

“Even as you have given me the seed from the earth’s core! I-... hic... Husband...! I am terrified to believe it might be possible again...! I-... I have been telling myself this life is my last for my soul can feel it... and I wish to live it fully... even if this womb is not able to bear the offspring I have yearned for so... so long...!”

Even though the man was already aware of the truth the woman had told, seeing her tremble hurt his own soul as strongly. Sharing the despair of her sorrow... for he had seen and felt the woman’s emotions through lives even her current self could not recall fully... Taking a deep breath to remain as the force she could lean on... hoping to gift the comfort she was never allowed and never granted by those who could not value an innocent’s love... resounding to her distress as his heart and soul... his lungs and core, those devoted to her being... would not rest when they were meant to love her instead so no more fears and helplessness would invade her again.

His step brought him closer and the hands previously hesitating to touch the woman surrounded her frail figure, sinking his nose on the bushy crown he loved, to hold her strongly and lovingly in an embrace the wife craved... and held onto as strongly.